I wish I had the strength inside to make you go away. I wish I was immune, but ever since I met you drinking at the circle bar I go where you will to keep from being ripped in two. I still smile when I think of 1986. You and me in that little room drunk on sex. And we'd fall asleep at every band we'd go to see. Easier to pass out than to deal with you and me alone. Sitting in the dark drunk hearing John Doe sing about poor little girls and silver wings. Yeah baby, something's got to give. I wish I knew why you're so intent on breaking me. You act like a bitch possessed, yeah a bitch possessed. I've had it up to here with your crazy ever-changing moods. I just take your worst while you just take my best. I've had enough, I've had enough. Yeah, I need a break. You're always out screwing around while I'm hammering on the neighbor's door hoping they'll turn the Led Zepplin down. Something's got to give, something somewhere's got to give. Yeah baby, something's got to give. Yeah, I think I need a break. Want to break you from the inside out. That smug complacent smile is reason enough. I want to cut the ties that bind my life, I want to break you in your prime. I wish I had in me the power to make you disappear. I wish I had control. I just want to walk away and never have to see or hear about you, all the things you say that I don't really want to know. Yeah, what you say, what you do, where you go. Everything I loved about you was just for show. Oh, baby, something's gotta give, something somewhere's gotta give. Yeah, baby, something's gotta give. Yes, I think we need a break. I need to separate, I need to separate from you.